"You humans are weird."

Chapter 108

What's it like to suddenly realize that the object of your affections is actually your long-tracked nemesis?

Mu Hang found it difficult to define what he was feeling.

Shocked? Anger? Hate?

None of them seem to be.

To be precise, in that moment, his mind went blank.

Wordlessly, he gazed fixedly at the teenager not far away.

The other party's golden-red pupils burned with unceasing flames, silver-white scales climbed up his cheeks, and his elegant eyebrows were no longer harmless, but took on an inhumanly treacherous and sinister look.

It's beautiful.

Mu Hang heard the clanking hum of the sword at his waist, as if responding to the war cry of the soul within.

It took him a few seconds to realize that his hand was shaking.

Not anger.

The feeling is much more complex.

Like excitement laced with killing, wrapped in the malice of desire, like the blood of ancient butchers rushing through his veins, every cell in his body trembling, screaming, whispering.

Mu Hang walks toward the dragon.

The dragon in front of me was like a burning star, endlessly radiating light and heat, its immense mass bending space and carrying a destiny-like pull that was irresistible like gravity.

The closer you get, the stronger that attraction becomes.

Mu Hang had no doubt that at that moment, he would not have hesitated to thrust his longsword into the dragon's chest.

It's like he once promised.

The scales are cut, the chest is opened, and the heart is dissected out.

Only then would this creature of such beauty be completely his own.

Death is a brand that declares ownership.

But, for some reason, Mu Hang hesitated for a moment at the moment the dragon flew away.

Perhaps it was because of the black robed man behind him who always kept rambling, or perhaps it was ...... a face, a smile, a murmur that swept through his mind in that instant.

Mu Hang stopped his pace and poured all his killing intent into the tip of his sword, whirling around to kill the black-robed man who was still rambling behind him.

It's so noisy.

Come on, shut up.

He was speaking to the black-robed man, and to some part of his own mind.

Even ...... until the time of going forward to the abyss in search of the dragon, Mu Hang did not completely figure out what exactly he wanted to do.

He simply rejected the human way of thinking and allowed himself to follow the purely instinctive desire to chase, to crave, or to kill.

The call of the bloodline was so clear and irresistible.

The closer he got to the dragon, the more his killing intent grew.

The black-robed man's words of that assault had an obvious effect.

In that moment, Mu Hang clearly realized that the dragon was such a powerful, proud, free, and unrestrained creature that it would not stay for any human, nor would it belong to anyone.

Mu Hang heard his longsword humming with an urging shrill.

Kill it.

Own it.

Exclusive to it.

It's the only way.

Mu Hang stood at the edge of the pit and looked inward, an unquenchable killing fire burning in his chest.

He pressed his palm on top of the hilt.

But, for some unknown reason, he stood there for a long time without moving.

It was as if roots had grown beneath his feet deep beneath the ground, extending downward from where he stood until they could no longer be uprooted.

Time passed little by little, and the sky was gradually colored with fish-belly white.

A ray of morning light broke through the darkness of the night, rising from below the horizon and falling on the statuesque, motionless man.

The golden-red light was like a light veil, softly and slowly covering the teenager's white body.

He looked so calm and serene.

Almost with divinity.

Finally, Mu Hang moved.

He took a step away, one step at a time, toward the bottom of the deep pit coated in charred black by the flames, letting the heat that had yet to dissipate sear his skin and make the soles of his shoes sizzle.

The man bent down in the center of the deep pit.

Even then, his right hand was always pressed above the hilt of the sword, as if in the next second, the watery cold light would be sheathed and silently kiss the other's white chest.

Mu Hang probes the hand.

His black gloves had burned holes in them, revealing bloody wounds underneath.

He pressed on top of the teenager's neck.

Under his fingers, he could feel the other's clear and steady pulse, beating regularly, like he was holding life itself under his fingertips, and with a little force, he could make it stay forever.

Mu Hang lowered his eyes.

Blood lust rolled under his eyes.

But it was soon replaced by another desire.

He let go of the hilt of his sword a little and leaned down to take the teenager into his arms.

The man lowered his head, his blood-stained lips landing on the other's pale, cold forehead, seemingly in love, seemingly in lust, seemingly in possession.

The dragon is mine.

*

Shi An was taken back to the old Mu residence by him.

Wen Yao has always held a disapproving attitude towards this matter, she thinks that the existence of dragons is a threat that cannot be ignored by the whole human race, it is a time bomb that will explode at any time, and the unstable factors contained in it are too dangerous, because no one can guarantee that dragons do not have any hostile intent towards human beings.

Pressing the lives of tens of millions of innocent people on the goodwill of foreigners?

That's something Wen Yao can't do.

Zhuo Fu is the opposite.

As a professional and enthusiastic research practitioner, a living dragon stirs all his passions.

As the only remaining fantasy species in the world, the gargoyles contained a huge research value, not to mention the ancient languages and ancient scripts that the other party might know, and even the ancient spells that had been lost, which were simply living dictionaries!

And for some reason, he had an inexplicable confidence in always thinking that the dragon wasn't going to hurt any humans.

Even in casual conversation, he always refers to it as "Shi An" rather than simply "Dragon".

Zhuo Fu has always wanted to get up close and personal with, or study, Shi An.

Most of his experiments could not be reached by relying only on blood samples taken inside the volcanic crater.

Even taking a small sample would be good!

He pleaded with Mu Hang.

Yet it was ruthlessly rejected.

Mu Hang did not tell Zhuo Fu the reason, but he himself knew it very well.

Possessiveness was like a highly addictive poison/// that couldn't be kicked once it touched his lips, like a dark swamp brewing and festering in the bottom of his heart, a process that was slow and irreversible.

Shi An is his.

No one will see it, no one will know it, no one can touch it, no one can have it.

He lowered his eyes and gazed at the teenager he had dragged before him.

Humans are greedy.

He did likewise.

*

Shi An froze, somewhat unresponsive.

Quickly, he blinked and followed Mu Hang's gaze to his ankles, the silver shackles clanking and clanging with the sound of metal on metal, glinting brightly in the sunlight.

"Eh?"

Shi An's eyes lit up a little, "This is for me?"

He remembered now that during his first meeting with Mu Hang, the other man had slipped an equally shiny silver ring around his wrist.

How happy Shi An was at the time, and how sad she was seconds later when the silver ring was taken away.

I thought it would be the same this time, but I didn't realize this one was actually for him!

...... Although way a bit strange.

Mu Hang: "......"

It always felt as if the conversation was going in a direction that was a little different from what he had expected.

Shi An blinked, her eyes falling on the man in front of her:

"Speaking of which, you didn't bring that sword of yours."

Mu Hang had no idea what Shi An was trying to say, but just narrowed his eyes slightly and waited quietly.

"Don't you want to kill me?" A hint of extreme doubt appeared on the teenager's face.

Mu Hang shook his head slowly:

"Not for a while."

Shi An lifted her dark eyelashes, and the golden-red light flickered in the depths of her eyes, looking demonic and evil:

"I'm a dragon oh."

Mu Hang nodded, "With my own eyes."

Shi An : "Oh ......"

He scratched his head in some confusion, "You humans are strange."

The ambiguity in the air was completely interrupted in a strange way and there was no going back.

He sat up from the bed, maintaining the strange position of one foot still held in the other's hand, "So, let me get this straight, while you're not going to kill me, you're not going to let me go either?"

Mu Hang: "Yes."

Shi An shakes the chain, "Can this be undone?"

Mu Hang: "No."

Shi An said "Oh" again.

He lowered his head and seemed to be thinking hard about something.

After a long time, Shi An lifted her eyes to the human before her and asked, "Will you starve me?"

Mu Hang: "......"

He paused and said, somewhat dryly, "No."

Shi An thought for a moment, "Can I play the game?"

Mu Hang: "......"

"Could be."

Shi An: "Can I have ice cream?"

Mu Hang frowned, "Not too much."

Shi An : "Can you hold me at night to sleep?"

"......" Mu Hang replied, "Hmmm."

Shi An: "Yeah!"

He's happy again.

He had thought that the black-robed man had taken away his game console, ice cream, and warm embrace, but he didn't realize that it had now come back so easily!

Why is the world so good!

Mu Hang: ".................."

He asked, frowning slightly:

"You don't want to leave?"

Shi An looked at him suspiciously, "Why did you leave?"

He counted on his fingers:

"You're not going to kill me in the first place, you'll still feed me in the second, and you'll hug me in the third."

If he had a choice, Shi An would rather sleep for tens of thousands of years in an abyssal cavern than go out, and if he hadn't been forcibly awakened this time, he could have stayed in his lair for tens of thousands of years more.

It's literally the life of his dreams right now!

At that moment, Shi An suddenly thought of something and shrunk himself into a palm-sized Little dragon:

"Ah speaking of which, it was so troublesome when I was a human before, I couldn't even just do that."

The chains on his feet shrunk as well, and the crashing sound they made became tinier and crisper, but not as obtrusive as it had been earlier.

Shi An grumbled as she fluttered her wings and flew extremely naturally into Mu Hang's arms, winding herself into a ball and pawing at it, picking a comfortable position:

"If you didn't care that I'm a dragon say so, I'm tired of pretending to be human every day."

Mu Hang: "......"

He lowered his head to look at Little dragon lying in his arms, and his expression became a little elusive.

"Tonight I'm going to have chocolate barfi, big portions."

Only to see the silvery-white Little dragon lifting his head, blinking a pair of beautiful red-gold vertical pupils, and wagging the tip of his tail happily and very naturally, he commanded:

"Come on and touch me."

"To follow the scales oh."